Tag Archives: Maine

This is the place where the water waits. The water waits for the drawn-out light, it waits for seeds and for plants to nourish. It waits for life to explode. This is the place I climb hand over hand along … Continue reading →

Oh frantic spring! You lure me with eye candy in the garden and soft breezes on the hill. I hardly have time to plan and prepare a meal, let alone clean up behind myself…well that’s my story. It isn’t simply … Continue reading →

You know that annual Christmas letter you get from Aunty Sue, or best friend Betty-Marie? Yeah, well, this isn’t that. Most Christmas letters make me feel worse about my life choices. I am only slightly sure this isn’t the intention … Continue reading →

I heard a great song in an old-timey general store while in Vermont a month ago. The store, with it’s creaky floorboards and atmosphere of casual purpose, was of another time; but still very useful. I asked the gal behind … Continue reading →

In an attempt to clear my head, I leave my writing perch at midday for a breath of fresh air. As soon as I step outside, I sense something is amiss. There seems to be a lack of sound, but … Continue reading →